Wesley felt so unlucky, so unlucky!

Originally, Wesley thought that he could deceive the members of the Operations Division who were searching for him outside by disguise, but who thought that he was targeted as soon as he left the safe house, so he had no choice but to escape into the market next to the safe house and escape through the chaos.

But helplessly, Wesley alone couldn't stand the crowd of the other party, and Wesley was directly blocked in the market by the teams of the two operations departments, and there was a head-to-head exchange.

When it comes to individual combat ability, Wesley is definitely no worse than anyone in the Operations Division, but two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and there are not only more people on the opposite side, but also better weapons than Wesley.

The fan-shaped fire of the shotgun lead bullet covered one by one, and it suppressed Wesley behind the cover, not daring to show his head. And outside the market, there are snipers on the other side eyeing each other.

In the face of the opponent's powerful firepower, Wesley was unable to parry with only a P226 pistol in his hand.

"Wesley, you are suspected of leaking intelligence secrets, give up resistance now!" BLU captain Tim, under the cover of two team members, slowly approached the cover where Wesley was hiding.

Leaking intelligence secrets? Hearing the accusation that Robert had put on his head, Wesley couldn't help but sneer, what a logical excuse.

Wesley knew that if he gave up resistance and really followed Tim back, in the hands of Robert, it would really be ten deaths, and there might be a way to survive if he gambled.

Wesley pulled out an M57 oval grenade, bit the safety open, and threw it from behind cover.

Bone ......

Looking at the grenade rolling towards him, Tim and the two operations team members around him had their eyes widen sharply, and their bodies quickly stepped back.

Rumble!

The grenade exploded, fragments of the broken grenade flew everywhere, and Wesley leaned out from behind cover and pulled the trigger of the P226 pistol in his hand.

A member of the Operations Division armed with a Remington M870 shotgun was hit by a bullet, leaving two holes in his bulletproof vest, and the bullet was blocked by a boron carbide bulletproof plate, which did not fatally wound the Operations Division, but the kinetic energy transmitted by the bullet to his body still made him grin in pain.

Fortunately, the weapon in Wesley's hand was a nine-millimeter P226 pistol, and if it had been replaced with an MP7 or P90 submachine gun, the bullet would have been enough to penetrate the bulletproof plate and penetrate the body of the Operations Division.

Suddenly, Wesley felt a gleam flash in the corner of his eye.

Sniper!

Wesley reacted immediately, kicked the ground with his foot, and jumped backwards.

Shout!

A 7.62 mm sniper rifle bullet swirled and tore through the air and struck Wesley.

Bang!

When Wesley heard the sound of gunshots coming from the small building across the market, he felt a burning pain in his thigh. Although the bullet did not cause a penetrating wound to his thigh, it still made a hole in his thigh, and the blood flowed profusely.

“Fu-ck！”

Wesley dragged his injured leg, moved his body, hid in the sniper's sniper corner, took out hemostatic gauze and hemostatic bandage from his backpack, bandaged the wound on his leg briefly, took out a betel nut from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously a few times.

Even though the situation was so urgent, Wesley didn't forget to chew on his betel nut.

"Damn, didn't expect the great John? Wesley would have died in such a market. Wes chewed the betel nut in his mouth with all his might, trying to distract him from the pain coming from his thigh.

Wesley knew that he was in big trouble this time, and if he hadn't been injured by a sniper, he might have been able to escape from this market with a fight, but now it was basically impossible; And Wesley didn't have much ammunition left.

"Blue One, the target thigh is injured, repeat, the target is injured in the thigh!" The Sniper instructs Tim through the headset and leaves his current sniper position with his sniper rifle in hand, looking for a new sniper position.

Tim winked at the few Operations Officers around him, gun in hand, and slowly approached Wesley's location.

And just when Tim and the others were less than twenty meters away from Wesley, an object the size of a baseball flew into the market from the window, spinning at the feet of Tim and the others.

A ball-shaped tear gas bomb the size of a baseball split in half, and the white irritating gas instantly diffused, irritating the tear ducts and throats of Tim and the others.

Even though he had covered his mouth and nose with his hands, the irritating gases, which were more ferocious than ordinary tear gas canisters, still made people in the market cough and cry non-stop.

The tear gas released by the tear gas bomb has not yet dissipated, and another thing has flown into the market.

Tim and the members of the Operations Division around him were terrified when they saw the plastic grenade sticking to the ground with a small red light flashing on the surface.

Although this thing does not form lethal fragments when it explodes, the explosion of such a piece of C4 plastic explosive is enough to blow them away and shatter their internal organs.

Tim and several of his members of the Operations Division didn't care about the tear gas diffused around them at this time, and ran backwards.

Rumble!

With a violent explosion, the plastic grenade adhered to the ground exploded, and at the same time that the dust on the ground was raised, the blast wave of the explosion exploded in a radial manner, knocking Tim and several people to the ground.

Tim, who fell heavily to the ground, had a sweet throat, spat out a mouthful of blood, and struggled a few times, but still couldn't get up from the ground.

Two members of the Operations Division who were far away from the explosion point immediately stepped forward and dragged Tim and several other members of the Operations Division to safety.

Rumble! Rumble!

Outside the market, two muffled roars of car engines were heard, and then a bulletproof Land Rover smashed through the market wall and rushed into the market, crossing Wesley and members of the CIA's Operations Division.

Luo Hao pushed the car door, jumped out of the car, used the door as a cover, and suppressed the fire with accurate point fire to provide cover for Wesley.

"Get in the car!" Luo Hao yelled at Wesley.

"I didn't expect that it would be you, a profiteer, who came to save me." With the help of Xu Xudong, Wesley climbed into the Land Rover and sat in the back seat.

Luo Hao threw a plastic grenade in front again, and then got into the bulletproof Land Rover.

Boom!

The explosion of the plastic grenade once again kicked up a cloud of dust in the market.

"Get out!" Luo Hao grabbed the handrail and shouted at Sun Yuan, who was driving the car.

Sun Yuan slammed the throttle twice, and the bulletproof Land Rover roared and rushed forward.

Dada......

Sonorous sonor......

The members of the Operations Division shot desperately at the bulletproof Land Rover, but the dense bullets did not cause any damage to the Land Rover, let alone stop it.